Have you ever moved away from home, found somewhere beautiful to live, but moved back to where you are from because you have an emotional attachment to it?
I am from Florida, Sarasota to be exact. One of the most expensive cities in Florida, because we have the nations #1 beach. My husband is from Ohio.
We moved from Florida to Ohio and lived there for a little over a year. I loved it. It was beyond breathtaking. The seasons were incredible, the people were friendly, and living was cheap. I missed my friends and my family, who were all still in Florida. They would remind me daily about how much they miss us and wanted us to come back. I got pregnant and when winter hit in Ohio (if you are from up north you'll vouch that this past winter was AWFUL!) I had a newborn (and a 2 year old). I was cooped up inside and miserable (I have a feeling post partum depression hit a tiny bit as well). All I wanted to do was go back to Florida, where the heat was and where my friends/family were. I talked my husband into it although he didn't want to go back whatsoever (he only has bad memories from Florida, aside from meeting me).
We've been here since the end of January.
I forgot how miserably hot and humid it is, how rude everyone is who lives here, how expensive the cost of living is. I forgot that there is little to no nature whatsoever aside from a million palm trees. I was given a link, it said that a quarter of a MILLION people moved to Florida within the year we were in Ohio. What used to take us 10 minutes to get to, now takes us 45. It's nearly impossible to get to the beaches and it costs almost $800 for a ONE BEDROOM APARTMENT (if you're lucky enough to even find one).
The past winter in Ohio, yeah it sucked, it really did. But the more I think about it the more I realize that the only reason I disliked it was because I had a newborn, I couldn't go play in it- I was too worried about keeping him warm. When my boys are between the ages of 3-5 they would have SO much fun playing in the snow...and I could play in it with them! When spring hits the beautiful nature would come back and we could go hiking in the woods and go exploring...
I didn't think I would miss living there, I really didn't. But... all of the reasons we moved back are non-existent now. My family, we lived with them for a month when we first moved back and we quickly found out EXACTLY how they really felt about us... I've always been the black sheep of my family (of 7) so it didn't really surprise me. My so-called friends that COULDN'T WAIT to see me, the ones that BEGGED US to move back, I haven't seen even 5% of them since we moved back. Cost of living is too expensive, my husband is MISERABLE because he's working 70+ hours a week and we're BARELY getting by!
I am at war with myself. I tell Anthony (my husband) daily that I think I made a big mistake moving back here. I really do wish we had never come back. The few friends that I did make in Ohio were better people all around than ANY of my friends here. Not to mention the fact that I'm TERRIFIED that my boys will get into the AWFUL drug scene down there, especially since the education system here is terrible...... I don't know what to do. I really don't. :'(
Sorry, this was long and I rambled a lot.... I just have no one else/no where else to post this to and I needed to get it all out. If you actually read it all, what would you do?
updated by @mamakittylove: 11/30/17 02:56:27PM